Primeval: A Well Planned Case (Claudia/Helen | M | 475w)
[ Claudia/Helen | M | 475w | 2007-07-13 | Mirror ]
Claudia thinks Helen’s wasting her time. (Written for the porn battle (fourth), prompt: snark.)
A Well Planned Case
“Bitch,” she snipes, yanking Claudia’s head back by the hair. “You think I’m going to give him up that easily, do you?”
Claudia, whose lips usually formed into such soft-petaled sweetness, grimace-smiled in response.
“It’s about time you let him go, Helen. You’ve wasted enough of his time.”
“Have I now?” Helen crowds Claudia closer to the wall, and lets one hand come up to rest on the base of Claudia’s neck. “You think I’m a waste of time, darling?”
Claudia leans right up to Helen’s face, cat-fighting close, but she’s smiling, an evil sort of smile that looks all the better for being on her angelic face. “No, but I think you’re wasting your time,” she bites Helen’s lower lip, “… on men.”
Helen’s body pressed against Claudia’s rapidly takes on a new dimension: Helen’s hips roll forward, and one of her legs comes up and bends, pressing her knee against the wall so she’s half-straddling Claudia.
Helen’s face is full of challenge, but a different sort than is usually thrown down between them. “Prove it.” Her fingers continue their tight caress in Claudia’s hair.
Claudia takes Helen’s face in her hands, “Gladly.”
She kisses Helen like a diver underwater, breaking the surface and gulping in those first life-giving gulps of air. Helen’s hips gyrate, scraping Claudia’s backside against the rough stone wall of the basement. Helen’s strong, damn strong, and flexible to boot-Claudia can’t even feel the slightest tremble on Helen’s end even though maintaining the position must be hellishly hard. The woman refuses to bend.
Claudia finds the whole thing extremely erotic.
She snakes a hand down, fast, and tears at Helen’s strange and annoyingly well-secured jumper.
“Mmmmm,” she murmurs when her fingertips instantly come in contact with skin. Helen nibbles at her earlobe, and two of her fingers slide between Helen’s lips, already wet and waiting for her.
“Convinced yet, Dr. Cutter?” She asks, curling her fingers up to just the right pressure as Helen bucks against her.
“You’re going to have to do better than-”
Claudia scissors her fingers, slick, hard, and reaches her other hand down onto Helen’s hips, yanking Helen against her hand.
“-bloody hell.”
It isn’t long before Helen shudders apart in Claudia’s arms, her weather-darkened skin flushed even more brilliant by their exertions.
They sink down to the floor together until they’re sitting, Helen’s body loose-limbed and finally relaxed against Claudia. She tastes victory when she licks her fingers and Helen watches her hungrily.
“Well?” Claudia slides her index finger deep into her mouth, pleased.
“A well-presented case, Ms. Brown,” Helen finally concedes, but then she grins wicked, and leans down until her face is in Claudia’s lap, unbuttoning Claudia’s trousers with her teeth. “But now it’s time to hear my side of the argument.”
Claudia thinks Helen’s wasting her time. (Written for the porn battle (fourth), prompt: snark.)
A Well Planned Case
“Bitch,” she snipes, yanking Claudia’s head back by the hair. “You think I’m going to give him up that easily, do you?”
Claudia, whose lips usually formed into such soft-petaled sweetness, grimace-smiled in response.
“It’s about time you let him go, Helen. You’ve wasted enough of his time.”
“Have I now?” Helen crowds Claudia closer to the wall, and lets one hand come up to rest on the base of Claudia’s neck. “You think I’m a waste of time, darling?”
Claudia leans right up to Helen’s face, cat-fighting close, but she’s smiling, an evil sort of smile that looks all the better for being on her angelic face. “No, but I think you’re wasting your time,” she bites Helen’s lower lip, “… on men.”
Helen’s body pressed against Claudia’s rapidly takes on a new dimension: Helen’s hips roll forward, and one of her legs comes up and bends, pressing her knee against the wall so she’s half-straddling Claudia.
Helen’s face is full of challenge, but a different sort than is usually thrown down between them. “Prove it.” Her fingers continue their tight caress in Claudia’s hair.
Claudia takes Helen’s face in her hands, “Gladly.”
She kisses Helen like a diver underwater, breaking the surface and gulping in those first life-giving gulps of air. Helen’s hips gyrate, scraping Claudia’s backside against the rough stone wall of the basement. Helen’s strong, damn strong, and flexible to boot-Claudia can’t even feel the slightest tremble on Helen’s end even though maintaining the position must be hellishly hard. The woman refuses to bend.
Claudia finds the whole thing extremely erotic.
She snakes a hand down, fast, and tears at Helen’s strange and annoyingly well-secured jumper.
“Mmmmm,” she murmurs when her fingertips instantly come in contact with skin. Helen nibbles at her earlobe, and two of her fingers slide between Helen’s lips, already wet and waiting for her.
“Convinced yet, Dr. Cutter?” She asks, curling her fingers up to just the right pressure as Helen bucks against her.
“You’re going to have to do better than-”
Claudia scissors her fingers, slick, hard, and reaches her other hand down onto Helen’s hips, yanking Helen against her hand.
“-bloody hell.”
It isn’t long before Helen shudders apart in Claudia’s arms, her weather-darkened skin flushed even more brilliant by their exertions.
They sink down to the floor together until they’re sitting, Helen’s body loose-limbed and finally relaxed against Claudia. She tastes victory when she licks her fingers and Helen watches her hungrily.
“Well?” Claudia slides her index finger deep into her mouth, pleased.
“A well-presented case, Ms. Brown,” Helen finally concedes, but then she grins wicked, and leans down until her face is in Claudia’s lap, unbuttoning Claudia’s trousers with her teeth. “But now it’s time to hear my side of the argument.”